C874 A Dead End

"Dylan..." Tana lay on the ground, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, her gaze fixed coldly on the spot where Dylan had been standing. Her eyes held a vacant look as she whispered to herself.

"Now it's your turn!" Loong Aotian paid no heed to her murmurs. With a scoff, he turned to face Tana, gripping the crimson spear in his hand as he took measured, heavy steps toward her.

Inwardly